Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2013 14:12:44 GMT -8
Willow jumped out of the small, cramped Toyota she had been stuck in for the better part of the past two days. Since Willow wasn’t even old enough to have her driver’s permit yet, she had to ride all the way from Pennsylvania to Blue Ridge with her mother who, deciding that doing the trip in one straight shot just wouldn’t be unbearable enough for Willow, broke the trip into two days. Two days of awkward silence only broken by short conversations about the academics and programs and people at Blue Ridge, conversations that ultimately went nowhere but faded back into awkward silence. It hit Willow, after being in such close proximity to her mother for such an extended period of time, how very little her mother truly knew about her.
Willow looked around at the campus with its vast stretches of green fields and buildings that, in her mind, wouldn’t look out of place next to a royal castle. Well, this certainly is new scenery, she thought, comparing the landscape of her new high school to the building where she’d spent her middle school years, a building that couldn’t be considered anything more than a glorified prison. Not waiting for her mother, she entered the main office and walked up to the desk.
”Willow Allaire. I need to pick up my room assignment and key," she said to the woman behind the desk, rather forcefully. Realizing that as first impressions go, that one sucked, she sighed almost imperceptibly and quickly added an apathetic, "please." Willow waited with uncaring eyes, her only source of potential excitement in knowing that her horse, Black Tie Affair, aka “William,” was due to arrive with a commercial shipping company just one day later.
Willow looked around at the campus with its vast stretches of green fields and buildings that, in her mind, wouldn’t look out of place next to a royal castle. Well, this certainly is new scenery, she thought, comparing the landscape of her new high school to the building where she’d spent her middle school years, a building that couldn’t be considered anything more than a glorified prison. Not waiting for her mother, she entered the main office and walked up to the desk.
”Willow Allaire. I need to pick up my room assignment and key," she said to the woman behind the desk, rather forcefully. Realizing that as first impressions go, that one sucked, she sighed almost imperceptibly and quickly added an apathetic, "please." Willow waited with uncaring eyes, her only source of potential excitement in knowing that her horse, Black Tie Affair, aka “William,” was due to arrive with a commercial shipping company just one day later.